"All right, I won't, but remember when you feel like playing jokes on the boys that I may say something about it."
"All right, but I say, what about it, that calf is not wild?"
"Not a bit of it, she is just as tame as any barn-yard calf along the Hudson valley. Calves are the same the world over."
"And Billy was one not to know it," said Percival with a grin. "Remember, William, you have not bought me off yet. I have made no promises, and neither has Jesse W. Smith."
"Oh, I don't care anything about it," said the smaller boy. "I won't say anything about it no matter how much Billy jokes, I am interested in the other matter. If there are tame calves here there must be more or less civilized people living on the island."
"Well, we have made two or three very good discoveries on our island," observed Percival. "We have found treasure, and we have found calves, and probably inhabitants."
"And the next thing is to find a way through the reefs," said Jack.
"If we found the others why should we not find that?" asked Percival. "We did not expect to find anything, and we have found a lot."
"But we won't find our way home," said Billy, "if we don't start pretty soon, for it will be dark in a little while."
"The funny fellow grows serious once in a while," chuckled Dick, "but I think he is right for all that."